words have wrangled us,
contrived
far past the depths
of fascination -
wrung any deception
my existence
might taste upon your lips -
the sight of you
mastering
collectively
the machinery of desire -
ascending
time over motion
into sound,
the chant
unlike anything
I've ever heard before-
colluding
from within the depth
of your intentions
a dark arpeggios cry -
provoking a second look,
that tinge of appearance
Onlooking the ages
before they could even dream
Manifest
or arrange the thought
Capable
of describing
what we were
~

12/10/2002

Posted on 12/10/2002
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